
Youngins ft. Mr. Fritz Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2022
Lyrics
Uno dos siesta
Money on the dresser
Every Sunday morning we had church and had to dress up
Uno dos siesta
Nowadays I'm messed up
I'm a break the law and them police gon have to catch up
Uno dos siesta
Money on the dresser
Every Sunday morning we had church and had to dress up
Uno dos siesta
Nowadays I'm messed up
I'm a break the law and them police gon have to catch up
I been feeling like a nigga in a noose
But I could never hang like touché
Not the one to make an excuse
That's why they fucking with me like groupies
A lotta niggas trying to come shoot me
But-I-play-it-cool-like-Lu-pe
Seen it all, done it all, truth we
Not the type of niggas to lose sleep
Since I was a youngin I been (snatching bikes)
Till they pulled me over with them (flashing lights)
Mama called my pops on the phone and when he got home they would whoop me till I (Asked for Christ)
Damn I lived a (ratchet life)
But a nigga needed Moolah and I'd take it like some (bad advice)
Wasn't one to think about the consequence
Mama thought the preacher could've talked some sense
Into me tho
Hard decisions, dodging prison cells
Heaven's gates or heading straight to hell
Judged by twelve or carried by six
You on the road to damnation Fritz
Ya homies never love you like I does
So straighten up or I'm a pull the plug
Good or evil, better make a choice
It's up to you to stop and use ya voice
Uno dos siesta
Money on the dresser
Every Sunday morning we had church and had to dress up
Uno dos siesta
Nowadays I'm messed up
I'm a break the law and them police gon have to catch up
Uno dos siesta
Money on the dresser
Every Sunday morning we had church and had to dress up
Uno dos siesta
Nowadays I'm messed up
I'm a break the law and them police gon have to catch up
Smoking loud, gave no fucks
Kept some Henny in my cup
Every night called different hoes
And all them know I'm tryna fuck
All the neighbors called the law
We dipped when we saw them cars
Sunday morning, pastor paused
I can't fuck with y'all
Our fathers couldn't help a nigga
It was mom's thoughts to put a belt to niggas
Said that God's watching you don't wanna end up sittin that pine box
quit being selfish niggas
But when I had nothing, I had to do some
I would do anything to get the funds
Robbin and trappin to get me them ones
Materialistic but never felt wrong
What have I lost? What have I gained
Who would I cross to get me some things
Who would I hawk to get me a chain
That shit is so unbelievable, Mayne
The evil was so inconceivable then
Nowadays I'm tryna level my soul
Pray for the younger me, now that I know
My adolescence was so outta control
Whoa
Uno dos siesta
Money on the dresser
Every Sunday morning we had church and had to dress up
Uno dos siesta
Nowadays I'm messed up
I'm a break the law and them police gon have to catch up
Uno dos siesta
Money on the dresser
Every Sunday morning we had church and had to dress up
Uno dos siesta
Nowadays I'm messed up
I'm a break the law and them police gon have to catch up